Ever since the popular advent of bungee jumping, many who inquire about gliders seem to equate these entirely unrelated activities as similar ways to fling themselves into space and take their chances. Some also needlessly fear both games, exposing fundamental misunderstanding of each.
Read MoreAmong the more peculiar of my many defects is willingness to admit mistakes as if unabashed by them — just imagine the faux I’ve pass’d that even I’m too vain to reveal! One fiasco I always mention to student pilots is my worst landing ever
Read MoreWay back in the early Eighties my eagerness for any chance to fly any glider got me involved in several lengthy aero tows ferrying planes I’d never seen before from one unfamiliar place to another. Those summer afternoons trended bumpier by the hour, predictably, and one time about halfway along I noticed the port wing of that particular 2-33 flexing much more than…
Read MoreLike most primary students I was in a hurry to get past the private pilot check ride ASAP. Summer was almost over, and after all the yakking I’d done at work, a long winter without that paper in my wallet would have been unbearable. Was I ready?
Read MoreBirds in flight possess flawless instinct. I don’t believe this; after thirty-five years of soaring daily and twice as many on the ground looking up, I know it. Not to say they’re incapable of error, but next time one does something that appears counterproductive or graceless, keep an eye.
Read MoreSame time each year my dear mother would always ask what I wanted for my birthday, and I always had the same answer: a clock that runs slower. If she ever found one, she never let on.
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